#buntyn

[satninbaby]

stop i love them so much ☹️🥹

[alienelvisobsession]

Ol’ toothless Elvis

From Linda Thompson’s book “A Little Thing Called Life”

[karel-in-wonderland]

Some pics of Elvis just require a title of their own.

I present to you

The Superbuntyn

☺️

@kiankiwi @arianatheangel-girl @earthbaby-angelboy

[ofmdrecaps]

09/04/2024 - 09/05/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Nathan Foad; Samba Schutte; Leslie Jones; Kristian Nairn; Madeleine Sami; Vico Ortiz; Eliza Cossio; OFMD Rewind with AOC and Astroglide; Articles; Fan Spotlight; Cast Cards; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;

Hey crew, multiple 2 day recaps coming tonight. Sorry for the delay.

== Rhys Darby ==

Rhys is going to be starting up a substack (similar to Patreon). He's really excited about it as you can tell-- Gizmo Darby is not so excited however.

Source: Rhys' Tiktok/Instagram

== Taika Waititi ==

Taika out in Paris with Rita <3

Source: Instagram

== Nathan Foad ==

Nathan off to see Matthew Maher at Rose City Comic Con and giving us all the feels on the way!

Source: Nathan Foad's Instagram Stories

== Samba Schutte ==

Heyyy! Samba's going to be at the Dream Theatre in Los Angelos on Oct 5th, 2024! You can get comedy night tickets on their website!

Source: Theatre of Hearts Instagram

Really cute story Samba shared about a fan on twitter btw!

Source: Samba Schutte's Twitter

== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie's coming to Colorado Sept 13! For all our OFMD Colorado crew, you can catch her at the Union Colony Civic Center in Greeley! For tickets, visit her site!

Source: Leslie Jones' Instagram

== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian on his way to Rose City ComicCon!

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

Hey UK Crew! Kristian's got a signing set up for Oct 3 at the Forbidden Planet London Megastore! You can RSVP here if you're interested!

Source: Forbidden Planet Instagram

More Kristian News-- his book is being featured on Amazon and there's a great article highlighting it in The Washington Post! "Beyond The Throne as one of [Amazon's] Best Books of September"

Source: Kristian's Instagram

= Wee John Wednesday Notes =

Some fun OFMD News: He's gonna try to do a WJW Live at Rose City Comic Con in Portland this upcoming weekend (and drag some other cast members into it if he can).

Kristian shared some awesome gifts people gave him! (He said you do not have to bring gifts to meet him but he will always love them, but don't feel bad if you don't please!) Some I recognized from various artists we know (but there were a lot more):

@smudgeandfrank

@/samanthareiofficial

@/unclear_atypicality

@/bairnecessitiesco Kristian has a website with his books on it-- but he's got some limited edition Guitar Picks he's got on sale, there's only 100 available. He is also getting a WJW put up soon! Not available quite yet though.

Website

T-Shirt

LE Guitar Picks

Other fun things:

Kristian loves Rabbits!

He's getting some rune tattoos in Portland when he visits Rose City Comic Con!

Wanna watch it? It's available on Instagram!

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A post shared by Kristian Nairn (@kristiannairn)

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

== Madeleine Sami ==

Deadloch S2 is being filmed in Darwin!

Source: 'I Love Darwin' Facebook Page

== Vico Ortiz ==

Source: Vico's Instagram

== Eliza Cossio ==

One of our dear writers, Eliza Cossio is being featured on a podcast! You can listen in here!

Source: Eliza Cossio's Instagram Stories

== OFMD Rewind with AOC ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew are working together with @astroglideofficial and doing a Full Rewatch of OFMD together! It starts Sept 12 @ 2:30PM PDF / 5:30PM EDT / 10:30PM BST!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Articles ==

Thank you @adoptourcrew for sharing these great articles!

Most Controversial TV Show Cancellations

Yahoo Article

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Thank you to the ever-dedicated @melvisik for keeping up with these Cast Cards! Catching up tonight with several, please check them out below!

David Van Dyke - Visual Effects Supervisor (VFX Supervisor).

Stephen W. Shriver - Lovely stunt double to Fred Armisen!

Emily Buntyn - Casting Associate!

Kendell Wells - CJ's stunt double that whipped Taika in the balls!

Morgan Smith - Executive in Charge of Casting!

Stephen Bralver - Nathan's stunt double, possibly the one who 'lost his shoes' in Nathan's story at the San Jose Con!

Chris Denison - Stunt Water Safety, probably the person who makes sure our lovely cast stays safe in the whilst submerged.

Steve Aizzo - Rhys' Stunt Double!

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. Love Notes are brief tonight. I just wanted to remind you that kindness is one of the greatest gifts you can give to yourself and anyone else. It's not free, but it costs a lot less than most things. No matter how hard things have been, no matter how much kindness you've received, kindness continues to be one of the greatest world-changers and you're still trying to be kind, and I am so proud of you for that. You are so very lovely, don't forget that <3

Source: StayCloseToYourself Instagram

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Just some dancing... these two are too cute! Gifs courtesy of the darling @fandomsmeantheworldtome and @ marv3lic1ous!

[elvisabutler]

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fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x female reader word count: 2100 you didn't see any other word count. warnings: cockwarming! p in v sex ( unprotected ). public play. mildly excessive baby talk. use of buntyn and nungen and princess as nicknames. mild embarrassment kink? author’s note: welcome to day 11 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, public play with big daddy elvis presley x reader. sorry this took a minute, i've been incredibly exhausted lately and so it's made finishing things a bit of an adventure. quick notes for this fic, this is a sort of au, in that i placed it in a mythical place where elvis doesn't die in 77 and is free of his vegas residency in the 70s. so maybe call it a nebulous 78 to 80? reader is implied to have been with him for years and you can read it as having an age difference but it's in my head as not having one. basically this is secretly a reader version of quiet on the set's future and i'm not sorry for it. beyond that if y'all have left me a comment on any of my fics or anything i'm going to get back to them. when i tell you i've been exhausted it's been a lot. without further ado, i hope y'all like this. also pick if you want austin elvis or real elvis the end.

There's something funny about how Elvis would prefer the two of you to be private. There is something truly and genuinely hilarious to you about the fact that he preferred the two of you to be private. His argument has always been that the happiest he ever is in his life is during those private moments with the people he loves. You always argue that he can't show you off like you know he wants to if you're being private and yet he'll flash that little twinkle in his eye and ignore your protests. So much of his life isn't private but the love he has for you— the love between the two of you is supposed to be private. An oasis for him to relax in as much as he does in Hawai‘i.

Despite all of this you know so very well how much he cares for you and how much he loves you. And if you were being entirely honest, the privacy makes the times he does want to show you off all the more special. Indeed it makes the times he does feel like delightful surprises.

Maybe that's why you had agreed to come play poker with him and the boys. It's been a long time since you've enjoyed that sort of thing and you've missed it. Truthfully it's been a while since Elvis has even been in Vegas, memories of how he almost was stuck in a revolving door of engagements here cluttering his mind and giving him a nightmare or two. So having him enjoying time with friends and you seems like a perfect recipe for a night. Of course, you should know better by now, know how Elvis always has something up his sleeve. A playful little trick he can play with that glint in his eye.

"Where's my chair, Mr. Presley?" You ask, not bothering with his nickname or his first name. There always was something fun about how he acted a bit like an admonished schoolboy when you called him Mr. Presley. "Can't very well play poker if I don't have a chair."

Elvis looks at you and gives you that sly smile you know so very well by now as he pats his lap, thigh jiggling just a tad as he does. There's that glint in his eyes that spells trouble of the best and worst kind. "Ya got a chair right here, Princess. Nice 'n plush too."

You'd think after all these years and after seeing his body through so many changes that you wouldn't be affected by the jiggle of his thigh and the open v of his legs. Yet, you're a woman who knows what she wants and you're the woman he put a ring on all those years ago. Most of the things he does get you more hot under the collar than they have any right to. This is one of those things. You feel your pussy clench around nothing and despite yourself you rub your thighs together even as you're standing.

"Are we playing as a team, then? Us against the boys?" The questions roll off your lips with an ease and familiarity only you manage when it comes to him. "Otherwise I think you'd be able to cheat."

As you speak, you've started to walk closer to him and finally find yourself at arm's length. Elvis wastes no time in grabbing your arm and pulling you flush against his lap, his thighs cushioning your behind and his cock stirring ever so slightly under his stomach. A gasp leaves your lips unexpectedly.

His arm wraps around your waist, making sure you don't move too much while he talks. "My wife accusin' me of cheatin' at cards. I could take ya thinkin' I'd step out on ya but I would never cheat at poker."

The soft rumble of a laugh courses through your body and has you following suit as you shift in his lap. "I let you step out and you let me as a present. But I know you're a sore loser who can't focus when I'm here."

You turn your head just slightly, watching as Elvis's eyes practically dance with mirth. He's mercurial as all get out when he wants to be but he can take some good-natured teasing when it comes from you. It's why you've worked well all these years.

"Now honey, my yittle nungen, I know you're still smartin' from that game ya lost against me 'bout a week ago but that ain't no reason to be tellin' lies about my sportsmanship."

A defense is on the tip of your tongue when you feel Elvis's warm hand against your thigh, slipping under your dress that you decided to wear today. That warmth does away with the words in such a quick fashion that you find yourself biting your lip to keep from sighing. "Elvis."

You say his name in a feather soft whisper as his friends start to trickle into the room. You've been in a situation like this before, when you were younger and somehow just as randy as you were now but Elvis hadn't done something like this in ages. He hadn't even thought to tease you like this in ages.

As if he isn't paying attention, he merely hums at your whisper of his name and uses his arm to maneuver your crotch against his cock, the flowing fabric of your dress hiding his actions from prying eyes. You don't know when or how he managed to free his cock from the confines of his pants and yet he has. That hand that innocently is burning against your thigh has crept up to your panties and with the ease of someone who knows your body like the back of their hand, he moves them just enough to the side to slide inside of you.

"Goddamn. Didn't expect ya to be so wet. Was hopin' but— Lord almighty, ya gonna stain my pants if ya move." Ironically you choose just that moment to move, attempting to get off of him for a moment before his grip on your waist stops you. "Nungen, you be a good girl for yer Buntyn and stay put. Can't have 'em seein' Lil Elvis, now can we?"

You feel the heat of mild embarrassment and excitement flush through your body as a shiver racks it. A shake of your head is the only answer you can manage for a moment. "You want me to sit like this for the whole game, baby?"

Elvis nuzzles his lips against your neck, his eyes taking in his friends pulling out their seats and sitting down, none the wiser to what was happening in his lap. They wave at you and you, ever the courteous host wave back and even smile, saying hello as Elvis mumbles words into your neck. He doesn't need to greet everyone, not while he's buried inside of you, his cock leaking precum like he's ready to fuck you on the table instead of just letting you sit on his cock. Besides, they know better than to disturb him when the two of you are wrapped up in one another.

The chair isn't close enough to the table and you move to drag it a little closer, or drag both you and Elvis a little closer only to have what feels like the world's loudest squelch come from between your thighs. No one looks at the pair of you as if they heard it but to Elvis and you it might as well have been a shout. You let out a shaky breath as you shift to try and make yourself comfortable. Elvis's legs open up just a bit more to make sure you're where you need to be, even as he thrusts just a tad. "Gotta stay still. Gonna, if ya move— I might just take ya on this table, damn the game."

You can't help but swallow at the idea, your mouth filling with saliva at the mere idea of being flipped thrown onto the table, pussy exposed to people you and him call friends. It's primal and practically voyeuristic and the sort of thing both you and Elvis aren't incredibly fond of with your relationship and yet. Yet it fills you with such arousal you feel it actually dampening his pants as the game starts.

Elvis isn't the worst of poker players but in combination with you, he's nigh unstoppable. Of course, maybe that's because everyone else's eyes are on you, wondering why you haven't moved to the empty chair next to Elvis. Jerry— who's there on a surprise visit is closest to the two of you and raises an eyebrow as he looks at his cards and then at you. You clench around Elvis's cock in a bit of worry.

"Is it a little warm in here?" A simple question to everyone but from the way he's staring both of you down it's not meant to be one. Both you and Elvis open your mouth before you kiss Elvis to stop whatever one liner is about to leave his lips.

"With how cold he keeps it in here? The only reason I don't need a jacket is because of his body heat," you practically titter out a laugh, the fear of being caught heightening your arousal even further. You feel your clit throbbing as everyone laughs at your joke.

Jerry rolls his eyes and shakes his head looking down at your lap. Still, the game is going nicely, with Elvis winning more hands than not and you trying to grab at a free hand to get some form of relief. After what feels like an eternity Elvis finally has his hand move between your legs, his calloused fingers brushing up against your aching little clit.

"Haven't teased ya like this in years, have I, Princess?" Elvis murmurs against your ear, feeling your vagina clench around him. "Haven't shown everyone how good ya are for me for a long time, have I? Haven't made 'em realize why I couldn't forget 'bout ya."

Your answer is a hum caused by you biting your lip to keep the cry that threatens to escape your lips at the pressure of his fingers against you. It's not enough for Elvis though, he knows you can control yourself better than he ever can. "Darlin' use ya words."

"It's been too long," you choke out the words, one of your hands moving to grip his meaty thigh and the other to grip at the table. You can feel your walls fluttering around Elvis, feel your body tensing up as it chasing something you know he won't give you in public. The face you make when he pulls an orgasm from you is one that's strictly between the two of you. Yet you're so wound up that you fear you'll be leaning over the table for support as soon as he says the word. In an attempt to alleviate something, anything you try and bounce only to have him nip at your ear.

"Ask me nicely, Nungen. Ask me nicely. Give 'em their game and their show. Remind 'em I caught ya jus' the same as ya caught me." His voice is more of a grunt as he slides a set of chips into the pot wordlessly. "Show 'em what I get in bed every night. What 'm wakin' up to every night 'less ya let me stray. Show 'em what I see after I've eaten my dessert.

Despite the way you're biting your lips so hard they're practically bleeding a noise that sounds like a scream forces its way out of your lungs and mouth as you clench around Elvis. You feel a gush that you only identify with times you've been played with so much by Elvis that you make a mess of every sheet you have. His pants are ruined but they'd be anyway from how you feel a warm rush of his cum follow yours. Through the grace of God himself you don't fall onto the table, instead stabilizing yourself using Elvis's thigh and somehow his lap in general. Your breath takes a few minutes to even out, even as everyone watches you and Elvis panting as if you've run a marathon. There's a knowing look that crosses everyone's face but everyone is too scared to speak until finally you smile and smooth out your dress as if you plan on standing up.

"This is why you're losing boys, you can't pay attention the game."

You make no effort to get off of Elvis's lap.

taglist: @ab4eva , @blurredcolour, @butlersxbirdy, @precious-little-scoundrel, @eliseinmemphis, @prompted-wordsmith, @missmaywemeetagain, @lookingforrainbows, @araxw, @thatbanditqueen, @ellie-24, @austinbutlersgirl67, @heartbrake-hotel, @ccab, @18lkpeters, @slutforsomegoodlettuce, @dkayfixates, @kendralavon7 @chasingwildflowers, @notstefaniepresley, @wanderingelvis, @kxnnxy, @powerofelvis, @stylespresleyhearted @be-my-ally, @mooodyblue, @pixiedustcosmos, @jessicarcates, @amydarcimarie, @flwrs4aust @myradiaz, @adaydreamaway08, @arabellalightning505, @doll-elvis guarantee i'm missing someone. i tried the end. also i clearly added this originally. also you want to be added just ask me. i keep forgetting people or losing people in these and just it's a mess.

[arrolyn1114]

OMG look what I found!! Whoever cleaned up this footage did a great job so thank you for your service whoever you are!

Aloha Buntyn is so clear here! 🌺❤ This made my evening.

[mooodyblue]

How about an Austin Butler smut where they've broken up but they still can't stay away from each other? Maybe they have a sex scene in Elvis and they end up having sex in his trailer after filming and they're just really clingy with each other because they still love each other?

ty for the request!! hope i did it justice 🫶🏼

tryin' to keep away from you | austin x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

warnings: nsfw mdni, p in v, unprotected (once again!), fingering, idk.

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you didn't know if you were dreading this upcoming scene or it was just nerves. you and austin had a mutual agreement to break up just shortly before finding out you'd both be filming a scene on elvis together, it was funny honestly. especially with it being a hookup scene. baz swore he didn't do that on purpose, but if he hadn't known you were broken up, he'd still think you were together with how cozy you still were with each other.

the romance just wasn't there anymore. it was clear you still loved him as much as he loved you, but it wasn't going to work out. therefore, you broke up. you were still best friends though, there was no doubt about that. it left the public confused though. nobody truly knew if the relationship was over or what was going on. neither austin or you were going to confirm or deny it, it was nobodies business but yours.

thankfully, you were only filming one scene. you were around to see him film a few performances but today, you were actually on set to film. you were supposed to film the scene and then head back home, but covid happened and forced you to be stuck in australia where you occasionally hung out with austin to pass the time while he wasn't being possessed by elvis presley.

austin was already on set when you walked in, chatting with baz about the script. you took a deep breath as you walked in, robe wrapped securely around you until it was time to film. “there she is!” baz grinned, “i’ll let you two check your lines-then we’ll begin.” he pat austin on the back and left the two of you alone.

“just like old times, huh?” austin joked.

you crossed your arms, chuckling. “yeah.”

he cleared his throat awkwardly, handing you his script. “think this one's pretty self-explanatory.” he muttered. “are you gonna be okay? like-this isn't gonna be awkward or anything is it?”

“no, no. i’m fine.” you flipped to the scene you were about to film, “i have experience in faking my moans.”

his eyes widened, “what do you mean?”

“i’m joking!” you handed him back the script, playfully hitting his chest. “ease up, butler. i’m about to have fake sex with you.” you untied your robe and made your way to the set, tossing it aside.

everyone gathered on set, you and austin both where you need to be as baz yelled action.

austin smirked, crawling on the bed. “buntyn needs a little lovin’ tonight…”

“is that so?” you giggled, leaning back onto the bed.

he placed a knee in between your legs, dangerously close to your own heat. his lips met with yours, slipping off the straps of your negligee. he scooted closer, his knee rubbing in the right places. luckily it couldn't be seen on camera, but it was enough to get realistic moans from you, perfect for the scene. more clothes were striped and austin was on top of you, thrusting as he kissed your neck while you moaned passionately under him.

baz yelled cut, whistling at the two of you. “beautiful! both of you! let's take a break for lunch!”

austin was still on top of you, panting and looking down at you. his pupils were dilated, wetness pooling in your panties as he looked at you with hungry eyes. his own arousal was obvious, right up against your thigh. “a-are you?-”

he let out a breathy laugh, “god baby, you still drive me crazy.” he looked around the set and snuck a hand down to your panties, smirking at how wet you were. “my trailer or yours?”

you gasped at his touch. “fuck. yours, please.”

without any hesitation, you slipped your clothes back on and followed austin to his trailer. he rushed you inside, slamming the door behind him and gently pushed you back on the bed while stripping again. “gonna treat you so good. y’don’t know how bad i missed you.” his voice husky, as if he were still in character. he tore off your robe and slipped your panties off, wasting no time and rubbing his fingers in between your folds. his cock was hard against your thigh, twitching at the sound of your moans.

your back arched as he inserted his fingers inside of you, pumping in and out and hitting your sweet spot every time. the cold metal from the rings on his fingers made such a nice burn, sending shivers down your spine. “fucked anyone else?” he asked, quickening his pace.

you panted, shaking your head. “no. god-austin, need you.”

“that's my good girl.” he smirked, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean. he hovered over you, lining himself and inserting in you slowly. you felt so full again, so tight around his cock. your arms were thrown around his neck, nails scratching up and down his back as he pumped in and out of you. “missed you so fucking much. missed your pretty, little pussy. made just for me, ain't that right?”

his black hair messy, hanging over his eyes and bouncing with each thrust. you looked up at him, surveying every little detail on his face, every freckle and mole that only your eyes could see. it was a face you missed so much, a small grin appearing on your face. “what’re you smiling' at?” he chuckled, pausing his thrusts.

you shook your head, bringing a hand to the back of his head and running your fingers through his freshly re-dyed black hair, damp with sweat. “you're just so beautiful.” you replied softly.

“i think that's supposed to be my line.” austin lowered himself, resting his arms by your head. his hair tickled you slightly as he kissed the bridge of your nose and gave you a gentle smile. he hummed quietly and brushed the hair out of your face. “let's take it slow..” he gave a slow thrust, “wanna savor this moment.”

his lips moved to your neck, kissing and making small love bites to claim his territory. his hips moved slowly, chasing his release as yours got closer. it was all overwhelming for you. he began to pick up the pace again, his chest heaving and jaw clenched as he moaned against your neck. “oh my god-don't stop.” you threw your head back, your nails digging into his back surely to leave temporary crescent marks. “i’m-”

austin sat up, moving your leg to his shoulder as he started to hit that sweet spot with every single move of his hips. you gasped, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you arched your back. the feeling of you tightened around austin’s cock made him throw his head back, shooting his own seed inside you with a spewl of curses and a loud groan.

he brought your leg back down, keeping his still cock nustled inside you as he caught his breath, looking down at you. “i’m sorry.”

your eyes widened, propping yourself up on your elbows. “for what?”

“i’m-i’m still in love with you.” he ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “you have no idea how happy i was when you told me you were stuck in australia. like it's so stupid, i know we broke up but-”

a small laugh escaped from your lips, causing austin to furrow his brows. he pulled himself out of you and tossed himself next to you. “what are you laughing at?”

“just-” you sat up, “i missed you. i missed this. i don't think i could have ever moved on from loving you.”

austin pulled you back down to him, holding you tightly in his arms. “i love you.” he whispered, pressing his lips behind your ear.

“and i love you.” you sighed contently. “can we pretend we never broke up?”

austin let out a dramatic gasp, bringing a hand to his chest. “we broke up?”

“oh, shut up.”

[ourflagmeansbts]

Source (Season 1 - April 12th 2022)

ashkash009: The three looks of Ellen Conroy on the new @hbomax show, Our Flag Means Death. These unedited selfies just had to happen. I felt like I was in one of those @americangirlbrand books I grew up reading. I didn’t look like any of those dolls growing up but I always wondered what I would look like in that era. The costuming on this show was incredible! Colorblind casting is so important, I can’t say that enough. Thank you to Emily Buntyn and Allison Jones in casting as well as @dvidjenkins , @taikawaititi and everyone else at @hbomax who took a chance on me. Thank you to my reps @ofarrellartist @sam_retzky @thewardagency ! Directed by the hilarious @andrew__deyoung Key PA: @itsjennalarson Makeup by @devanweitzman and @subhastarmakeup Hair by @rickcaroto 

[ellie-24]

Cake and other tragedies

Word count: ~ 1.9 k

Warnings: littlespace, little!Elvis, minor burns, inaccurate medical themes.

Summary: Elvis wants to do something special for you, but then he slips.

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You woke up to an empty bed which was very unusual because Elvis would always sleep way longer than you did. You had reached out for him but he was not there. For a moment you were confused but then you remembered.

It's your birthday today.

A small smile found it's way on your lips. He must be downstairs already, so you quickly got dressed and made your way to the living room. You heard him muttering to himself in the kitchen instead and wondered to yourself what he was doing in there. You slowly opened the door and peeked inside.

The kitchen was a mess. There was flour and dough everywhere, cupboards open and probably every kitchen utensil you owned on every surface. You couldn't stop the little giggle as you saw Elvis, also covered in flour, fighting with some food colouring that he managed to get on the wall. He whirled around when he heard you with a surprised look on his face.

"Y/N!" he gasped, throwing the rag he held in his hand into the sink.

"E!" you chuckled.

He laughed and came towards you, his arms open.

"Happy Birthday to the most beautiful, gorgeous, perfect woman in the world! I love you so much, Y/N." He proclaimed as you ran into his arms.

"Thank you E. I love you too!"

He smiled and tapped your nose. "But... you, little miss, should be in bed. I want to bring you your breakfast! The cake is almost done as well." he gestured over to the oven. "I baked it myself." he said with a proud grin.

"Oh E that's so nice! I'm looking forward to it already. Thank you so much, love!" you giggled.

He kissed your forehead and slowly pushed you out of the kitchen. "Now shoo! Back to bed Y/N, I'll be there in a few minutes!"

"Alright, love you."

"Love you more!" he blew you a kiss and you made your way upstairs again. You just wanted to enter the bedroom when you heard a loud crash followed by a rather ugly curse. You immediately turned and ran down again. When you arrived back in the kitchen you saw Elvis kneeling on the floor in front of the oven. The cake, still in it's pan, next to him. He was clutching his hand, which was already beginning to turn red.

Shit.

"Elvis!" you shouted and quickly kneeled beside him. "Elvis, you burned your hand! Come on you have to cool it now!" you instructed as you helped him up and turned on the tap.

You guided his hand under the cool water and kept it there. You carefully watched his face and saw that he was trying really hard not to cry. His eyebrows scrunched up and his mouth formed into a pout. You could see in his eyes that he was about to slip even as he avoided your gaze right now. With your other hand you gently cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at you and caressed the soft skin with your thumb. Finally tears gathered in his eyes and they quickly spilled over your hand on his face.

"Mommy..." he whimpered. "...Hurts." he whispered, his voice breaking.

You clicked your tongue in sympathy and leaned your forehead against his.

"I know baby. We will cool your hand for a few minutes and then we'll put some balm on it alright? You're gonna be okay, love. I'll help you."

He let out a soft sob. "Make it s-stop, Mommy."

"It'll be better in a few minutes I promise, baby boy." you whispered and kissed his cheek.

He raised his other hand and held it against his ear, his face scrunching up again.

"Oh Buntyn. The loud crash scared you as well, didn't it?" you asked.

He simpy nodded.

"It's okay to be scared Elvie, come here." You engulfed him into a half hug, mindful of your hands still under the tap.

He laid his head against your shoulder and tried to stop the tears from streaming down his face. He was angry with himself. Today was supposed to be your day. Today he wanted to take care of everything, but now here you were, taking care of him.

You kissed his head and carefully began to untangle yourself from him. "Baby, keep holding your hand under the water. I'm gonna look for the balm, I'll be back in a second."

"No M-mommy, don't go! D-don't leave me alone, p-please." He pleaded desperately as he he tightly held onto your shirt.

"Sshhh it's alright, sweetie." You whispered as you put your arm back around him. "I'll stay, okay? Mommy won't leave you alone."

"G-good. Yittle Elvie c-can't be alone." he whined.

"You'll never be, baby boy." you cooed. "Sweetie, how about we get that balm together? I think you cooled your poor yittle hand enough."

He nodded and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. You turned off the tap and let him lean on you as you two slowly walked to the bathroom. He tighty held onto your arm and still kept his head nestled into your shoulder. You opened the cabinet and retrieved some balm and gauze.

"Alright Elvie baby, this will sting a little, but I also have to bandage it okay?"

"Mommy, wait!" he whimpered as he tried to pull away from you.

"Elvie I need you to be brave now, can you do that for Mommy? It'll get worse if I don't treat it now."

He chewed on his bottom lip and closed his eyes. "...Elvie will be brave for Mommy." he said and offered you his hand. You carefully began to apply the balm, trying not to cry yourself everytime he hissed or winced in pain. After you finished wrapping the bandage around his hand you gently smiled up to him.

"All done Elvie. You're the bravest boy I've ever met." You praised as you played with a strand of hair that hung over his forehead.

He smiled shyly, his cheeks and ears turning a lovely shade of pink. He turned down is gaze to inspect the bandage and quickly looked back at you.

"Mommy." he whispered and gently tapped his finger against your lips.

You quickly understood and leaned down to press a light kiss against his bandage as he watched you with an adoring smile.

"Are you alright now, Buntyn?"

"Mommy makes everything better. It almost doesn't hurt anymore!"

You smiled and quickly cleaned up the bathroom as he waited patiently for you, keeping himself busy with drawing small patterns onto the tiles with his finger.

Eventually he tentatively tugged at your sleeve. "Mommy, we still need to celebrate your birthday, come on."

You chuckled as he led you outside back to the kitchen. You picked up the cake which was still laying on the floor in front of the oven. The springform pan had cooled off by now, but you didn't want to risk anything with Elvis right now and set it on the counter yourself.

Elvis watched from over your shoulder and as the two of you inspected the cake you noticed it had almost completely crumbled, probably due to the fall.

Then you heard thunder outside and as you looked out of the window suddenly there was heavy rain pouring down from above. He groaned and hid his face in your shirt as fresh tears gathered in his eyes.

You frowned as you felt him shudder against you. Usually he wasn't scared of rain and thunder. "Baby what is it? Are you scared of the rain?"

He vehemently shook his head.

"...Mommy, Elvie wanted to have a p-picnic with you in the gardens today! Now look!" he sobbed. "And now the cake is all c-crumbly! Elvie ruined everything!"

You kissed his hair and embraced him even tighter. "Baby boy you didn't ruin anything! It's so sweet of you that you planned all this for my birthday... I know you wanted it to go exactly like you pictured it in your stubborn yittle head." You softly ruffled his hair. "But that's life Buntyn. Not everything goes as planned but that doesn't mean it's ruined... I say we just move our picnic to the jungle room."

"Really Mommy?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "But what about the cake?" he gestured over to the crumbled mess.

You pursed your lips. "Hmm... I've got an idea for that as well, baby boy. Why don't you get us your two favorite mugs?"

With one last sniffle he slowly got up and carefully picked out two mugs with his favorite comic book heros on it.

"Perfect baby, good choice." you smiled at him.

A few minutes later the two of you sat on a blanket in the jungle room enjoying your improvised mug cake and a few other snacks you quickly prepared. Elvis had also brought some paper and colouring pens, as well as his teddy bear to join the party.

He even insisted of you writing your name surrounded by numerous hearts on the bandage around his hand. He claimed it would "make it all good much faster." Though the two of you were laughing and had a lot of fun together, he kept looking over to you with guilt in his eyes.

After asking for the third time if he was alright, he finally found the courage to say what had bothered him the entire day.

"...Mommy isn't mad at Elvie for being little on her birthday?"

"Elvie, no I'd never be angry about that. You had a lot of anxiety for today, I understand that. Besides I loved spending my birthday with my baby. You know how much I love my little Elvie." you chuckled as you tickled him a bit. He giggled and placed his head in your lap.

"Okay, Mommy. Love you so much."

"Love you, Buntyn."

He sighed and closed his eyes with a content smile. Then his eyes shot open and he sat up with a surprised "Oh!"

"Elvie?" you asked.

"Elvie completely forgot to give Mommy her present!" he stated exitedly.

"Another one?" you chuckled with big eyes.

He fumbled around in his pants pocket until he retrieved a clumsily wrapped up box. He handed it over to you with a big smile and clapped his hands eagerly.

You carefully removed the wrapping paper and opened the small jewellery box that had appeared. In it was a delicate gold chain with a little heart pendant.

"Oh, Elvie it's so beautiful I love it so much! Thank you!" you grinned as you held up the necklace.

"Mommy look!" he exclaimed as he got closer to you and pointed at something with his finger. The pendant had both of your initals carefully carved in. "That way we're always together." he said lovingly.

"Oh Elvie thank you! Thank you so much for the whole day, you are the best!" you declared as you clasped the chain around your neck. Elvis flung himself at you as you laughed. Together you laid down on the blanket with him on top of you, nuzzling into you.

"No, Mommy you are the absolute best. Happy Birthday."

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@kiankiwi i finally finished it lol

[deke-rivers-1957]

Count Buntacula

Many a tale has been told about the legendary Count Buntacula. He's part Buntyn, part Dracula. This is a very rare creature that lives high in his domain called Graceland.

Candid sightings have become rarer by the year. It wouldn't be a surprise to most if the community placed a bounty on getting so much as a picture of the Count. They no longer see him as a human being but a mysterious figure who may never die.

One day two young women named Tina and Karel set out on a mission to capture a picture of the legendary Buntacula. It was a warm night in July, 1973. They had heard rumors that the Count would make a rare voyage out to Stax Studios.

"Karel how long have we been waiting at this corner?"

She looks at her watch.

"About 2 hours."

It was midnight which is the well known Buntyn hour. The Count for reasons unknown chooses this particular time to leave his solitude. A white car pulls up from around the corner.

"He's here!"

Karel is so excited she forgets what proper grammar sounds like.

"Grab camera Tina!"

They catch Count Buntacula when his car stops at a stop sign. He turns to hear the noise and Tina gets a picture just in time. The Count of course sees that he's late and speeds away into the night.

"Did you get the picture?"

"I think I did."

The next day, they go to get the pictures developed. Sure enough they got a picture of the Count.

"It's a little blurry."

"We took this picture at night and the Count was in a hurry."

They look at the picture again and cheer.

"We got Count Buntacula on camera!"

"We may never get another chance to catch him on our own again."

And they didn't. That July night was a true rarity. The Count was never seen in public again without drawing a large crowd. The two women managed to capture lighting in a bottle. They had Count Buntacula all to themselves for just that one moment. And they now have the picture to prove it.

An: Thank you to both @arrolyn1114 and @karel-in-wonderland from our Elvis besties discord for requesting this!

[powerofelvis]

⛓️ for elvis

Oh baby, this is gonna be a semi long one because I’ve been thinking about Elvis in every era and how he would act. So buckle up nonnie, it’s gonna be a wild ride!

So for 50s!Elvis, since he was so shy and was just coming in to fame, I believe that he would be very much sub. I think he was still very inexperienced when it came to sexual activity so he would look for you to teach him a few things. I think that while he does like getting oral, he would also like giving oral (with you teaching him about the different things that will make you cum). He also liked heavy petting and foreplay a lot, so he would opt out of penetration on more than one occasion but he would be more than happier to dry hump you through your clothes until you’re writhing underneath him, begging for him to fill you.

For 60s!Elvis, he’s still a bit shy but he has definitely come out of his comfort zone of foreplay (although, he still enjoys it fairly well)! I think he would be a switch by this time. He would be a soft!dom too, making sure that you’re comfortable with whatever sexual position or kink that he introduces to you. He may not want to be called Daddy, but he welcomes it because he sees that it gets you off by calling him those sorts of names. I think he also would start introducing the kinks that he has taking a liking to but he’s still that shy himbo that you love that he would be embarrassed to even speak about it.

Now here’s my favorite part, 70s!Elvis!!! This man is DADDY by this point. He’s feeling himself completely because he knows that he has that effect on women. So, he’s no longer that subby man that he was in the 50s and the 60s, he’s the dominant one by this time. Also, he’s not only just daddy, he’s BIG daddy. He knows what he wants and he doesn’t care about how he looks, he just wants that pleasure. He’s still soft by nature, that southern charm that he has is stilled into his bones but once he knows that you’re comfortable, he’s gonna go all out. He likes to film his sexual escapades, he likes to watch you pleasure yourself, and he loves to fuck. He would ravish your body like he would never see you again afterwards, bringing multiple orgasms out of you until you’re shaking all over.

And boy, is this man good with his tongue. By this time, he’s very confident in his oral skills. He likes to call you “mommy” and loves the nickname of “Buntyn” because it turns him on. Although he has gained a couple of pounds, he’s very confident that he can still make you cum multiple times. He has a little breeding kink, wanting nothing more than to pump you full of his seed, to see you big and round with his child while your breasts are leaking with mommy milk. You catch him on several occasions dry humping you while he suckles on your heavy breasts but never mistake it, he will bend you over and fuck you like the wild animal that he is.

Whew chile, that’s just hot to me! Mmmm.

[michaelbuntyn]

INKTOBER 2022 /// DAY 26 /// EGO Art by Michael Buntyn . . #dailysketches #dailyroutine #sketchoftheday #DAILYWARMUPSKETCH #inktober #inktober2022 #inktoberego #inktoberday26 https://www.instagram.com/p/CkL6ih4v6fp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[karel-in-wonderland]

Pablam for a lullion

“Baby gullion you are just a little fella. Little fellas need lots of butch, ducklin, and iddytream sure.

Sure I said it. Iddytream. Iddytream? Grit. Chock. Chock. Shake. Rattle. Roll.

Hmmmm…. Grit. Roll again. Hit Hit. Pinch. Bite. Bite. Bite. Hurt. Grit. Whew.

My baby don’t care rings, da, da, etc. etc. Pablam lullion (in or out of hospital).

PS Foxhugh will bite sooties off if you say iddytream again. Grit. Grit.

Ariadne Pennington (3 years old).”

- Linda Thompson’s message to Elvis.

According AI pics:

[dankusner]

COURTS Jury awards family $3.6M for crash death — Benson, spoliation

Son killed in collision with semitruck in ’21; final judgment to come

CC-21-05418—A

An upcoming hearing could decide whether a Dallas County jury’s award of nearly $4 million for the family of a motorist killed after hitting an 18-wheeler stopped on an interstate will be upheld.

Jurors in June awarded the family of a man killed in the 2021 crash $3.6 million, after the jury found the negligence of a North Texas-based trucking company and a truck driver primarily caused the collision.

According to court records, Robert Buntyn, 24, was killed just after 10 p.m. Sept. 2, 2021, while driving home from his family’s business.

His vehicle crashed into the back of a tractor-trailer on Interstate 635, near the State Highway 121 interchange.

A mechanical issue caused the truck to stop in the middle of the highway, and the driver did not deploy any flares or triangles to warn oncoming drivers, a lawsuit filed on behalf of Buntyn’s family alleges.

Dara Harris, Buntyn’s mother, told The Dallas Morning News on Wednesday that the years following Buntyn’s death have been devastating for her family.

She described her son as a person who loved traveling and living life to the fullest.

Harris said Buntyn, a graduate of Central High School in Keller, enjoyed playing multiple sports and had many friends from school.

“He loved people, he loved life,” Harris said in a phone interview. “He was a great person. Very missed by friends and family.”

Despite the trial and jury verdict, a final judgment has not been entered in the case, according to court records.

Attorneys for the trucking company have motioned for a judgment non obstante verdicto — or “notwithstanding the veridict,” per Cornell Law — to be entered, which could negate the jury verdict.

Attorneys for Buntyn’s parents have motioned for the jury verdict to be entered as the final judgment.

Few initial details

A final hearing in the case has been scheduled for Aug. 16.

The wrongful death lawsuit was first filed in December 2021 by Buntyn’s parents and asked for damages no less than $1 million.

The petition was filed against Newkirk Logistics, a Grapevine-based trucking and transportation company, and Desiree Boyd, a former Newkirk employee who was driving the semitrailer involved in the fatal crash.

Harris said she and her ex-husband decided to file after initially getting few details about the collision.

She said she wanted to know the full story about what happened to her son, especially after she heard the semi truck had been stopped on the highway for several minutes prior to the collision.

The lawsuit alleged Boyd allowed the tractor-trailer to stop in the middle of the highway and did not deploy flares or triangles to warn oncoming vehicles.

The suit alleged that Newkirk did not properly nor adequately train Boyd on safe practices for stopping the truck on a highway.

Court documents show Boyd testified that the air brake system in the 18-wheeler began losing pressure, and that she stopped in a middle lane on the highway.

A photo submitted as evidence in the trial showed a disconnected brake line on the tractor-trailer.

Fired after accident

According to Boyd’s testimony, the crash occurred roughly five minutes after the truck stopped, while Boyd was on the phone with her boss trying to figure out what to do.

Boyd said she did not have flares in the truck and did have triangle cones, but did not have enough time to deploy them before the crash, according to court documents.

Boyd testified she was fired from Newkirk the same month as the accident.

In a jury charge submitted June 13, the jury found Newkirk 50% liable for the crash, Boyd 40% responsible and Buntyn 10% responsible.

The jury awarded Buntyn’s parents a total of $3.6 million, court documents show.

Harris described the trial process as “torturous.”

She said the family first tried to mediate the case and settle out of court, but was only given an offer of $17,000, far less than the $1 million the family first asked for.

Despite the hard trial process, Harris said she is glad she and her ex-husband fought through the trial and said she is thankful it will soon be coming to a close.

“They ran across the wrong family,” Harris said.

Buntyn’s parents were represented by Malorie Peacock, a San Antonio-based attorney who specializes in trucking accident lawsuits.

Attorneys representing Newkirk and Boyd did not respond to an emailed request for comment.

Boyd declined comment when contacted by The Dallas Morning News .

the imposition of remedies for evidence spoliation.”

The Texas Supreme Court has “adopted a framework governing the imposition ofremedies for evidence spoliation.” 

• Petroleum Sols., Inc. v. Head, 454 S.W.3d 482, 488 (Tex. 2014) (citing Brookshire Bros., Ltd. v. Aldridge, 438 S.W.3d 9, 14 (Tex. 2014)). 

Under the Brookshire Brothers framework, “to find that spoliation occurred, the trial court must make affirmative determinations as to two elements. 

• First, the party who failed to produce evidence must have had a duty to preserve the evidence.” Id. (citing Brookshz're, 438 S.W.3d at 20). 

• “Second, the nonproducing party must have breached its duty to reasonably preserve material and relevant evidence.” Id. (citing Brookshire, 438 S.W.3d at 20-21 & n.8). 

If there is a finding of spoliation, “the trial court must exercise its discretion in imposing a remedy. In determining what remedy, if any, is appropriate, the court should weigh the spoliating party’s culpability and the prejudice to the non-spoliating party.” Id. at 488-89. 

“[C]ourts generally follow a two-part test in determining whether a particular sanction for discovery abuse is just.” Petroleum Solutions, 454 S.W.3d at 489. 

• “First, a direct relationship must exist between the offensive conduct, the offender, and the sanction imposed. To meet this requirement, a sanction must be directed against the wrongful conduct and toward remedying the prejudice suffered by the innocent party.” Id. (internal citations omitted). 

• “Second, a sanction must not be excessive, which means it should be no more severe than necessary to satisfy its legitimate purpose. Id. (internal citations and quotation omitted).

notwithstanding motion

Photo of a disconnected brake line on the tractor trailer that was used as evidence in the trial.(Malorie Peacock)

Benjamin R. Julius

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• Ms. Boyd does possess a valid Texas Class A Commercial Driver’s License.

Officer William Lain

He has attended Intermediate, Advanced, and Reconstruction crash schools (9/20)

He performed a crash investigation not a reconstruction (32/13)

Labor & Employment –

Spoliation of Evidence

Plaintiffs met their burden of establishing that the individual defendants intentionally destroyed or failed to preserve potentially relevant evidence despite being aware of either actual litigation or the possibility of future litigation.

We granted plaintiffs’ Motion for adverse inference.

This case involved a hotly litigated series of disputes between an insurance agency, one of its competitors, and a group of employees who left the agency to join its competitor.

In a nutshell, the agency primarily contended that its former employees unlawfully used its confidential information and trade secrets to solicit employees and clients for the benefit of the competitor—their new employer.

In addition, the agency asserted that the former employees intentionally destroyed evidence relevant to this lawsuit.

The former employees, in turn, claimed that the agency failed to pay them the correct amount of wages they had earned.

Among other things, plaintiffs asserted the following claims:

four breach of contract claims—one against the former employees for breach of confidentiality provisions in their employment agreements;

two against the Former Employees for breach of non-solicitation clauses in their employment agreements;

and one against the Pilot Defendants for breach of a Settlement Agreement;

two misappropriation of trade secrets claims against all defendants—one under the Federal Defend Trade Secrets Act, and one under the North Carolina Trade Secrets Protection Act;

and an unjust enrichment claim against all defendants.

Plaintiffs argued that each individual defendant spoliated evidence and, as a result, “an adverse inference should be drawn against defendants when considering their motion for summary judgment and at trial.”

The evidence supports plaintiff insurer’s contention that the individual defendants intentionally destroyed or failed to preserve potentially relevant materials while aware of the possibility of future litigation.

Therefore, given the mass of deleted text messages and emails, as well as the circumstances in which such deletions occurred, it may be inferred that the deleted documents were harmful to defendants.

Accordingly, plaintiffs met their burden of establishing that the individual defendants intentionally destroyed or failed to preserve potentially relevant evidence despite being aware of either actual litigation or the possibility of future litigation.

Defendants argued that summary judgment in their favor is appropriate on all claims brought against them by plaintiff insurer, which claimed that each defendant misappropriated its trade secrets in violation of both the federal Defend Trade Secrets Act and the North Carolina Trade Secrets Protection Act.

We held that plaintiff has put forth sufficient evidence from which a jury could find that its security measures were reasonable and adequate to protect its trade secrets.

Next, defendants contended that, even if any of the documents at issue could be properly classified as trade secrets, plaintiffs have put forth no actual evidence of misappropriation.

Plaintiff insurer failed to put forth sufficient evidence from which a jury could reasonably find misappropriation on the part of individual defendant Crooker.

Nor is there adequate evidence of any other individual defendant’s misappropriation of Crooker’s Production Analysis. Therefore, defendants’ motion for partial summary judgment regarding plaintiff’s trade secrets claim is granted in part and denied in part.

Summary judgment on this claim is granted as to all of the former employees, except for King, Lancaster, and Linthicum.

As to those three, summary judgment is denied.

The four documents that the jury may consider at trial as potential trade secrets are King’s Carrier Contact List, Linthicum’s Net Rate Calculations Spreadsheet, Lancaster’s Production Analysis, and Lancaster’s Production Report.

Finally, the former employees sought summary judgment on plaintiff’s claims for breach of the non-solicitation provisions in their respective employment agreements, arguing that the “unenforceability of the Non-Solicitation provisions is established as a matter of law” because the provisions are “legally overbroad.”

We held that the Non-Solicitation Clauses in the Employment Agreements here are unenforceable as a matter of law.

Therefore, defendants are entitled to summary judgment on plaintiff’s claims for breach of the Non-Solicitation Clauses contained in the former employees’ Employment Agreements.

Granted in part and denied in part.

Alejandra Ortiz Official Court Reporter County Court at Law No. 1

[elvisabutler]

how about a fic where the reader (gn) overstimulates elvis to the point he's crying and like deep in subspace

catharsis

summary: elvis needs to let himself go- to relax. you know know just how to make that happen. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( big daddy ) x gender neutral reader word count: 2384 warnings: sub elvis. overstimulation ( in a way ). soft dom reader. oral ( m receiving ). handjobs. big daddy elvis. this has a one word title and it's big daddy, so expect a certain vibe from it. sexy but a lot of emotion in it. mentions of lifting up his stomach. tiny bit of foreskin and ball play nothing too much. mild insecurity bits on the part of elvis. author’s note: so anon i really enjoyed this prompt and am thankful you sent it to me. partially because i'm not super great at gender neutral but also because it was a nice prompt. so i have a feeling though that you might have preferred this to be another era of elvis and if it means anything i did write a beginning of another era before marina- bless her soul- sort of challenged me with this and was like "you don't see sub big daddy a lot" and i took that to mean let's try it. i hope you like it anyway since i did quite enjoy writing it and if you do want me to redo it i can. y'all know the drill on this, pick real elvis or austin elvis tbh.

Elvis does not necessarily like to give away how he's feeling when it comes to his exhaustion, his pain, his- everything. Sure, he'll let you know when he's angry and when he's happy as can be but when he's stressed or when he's feeling like everything is too much for him? You couldn't pry that out of him with all the bribery in the world. Still, his body- his body has a tendency to give him a way with the noises it produces. You can hear it in the way his knees crack just so or the way his mouth opens in a groan when he stands up to get something from another room. The ones when he sits down though- the groan that sounds like every bit of tension trying to escape him through his mouth? Those tell you just how pent up everything is for him, how much he's in need of some form of release or else it's going to come out as anger at the worst time or just act like a poison in his veins. Being gentle is the way you have to approach this though because you love Elvis lord help you but you do, but he can be skittish when it comes to things like this.

"Buntyn. You feeling alright?" You murmur, inching your body closer to his on the couch. He won't bolt and he won't lie if you're gentle if you take things slow with him. He won't lie if you allow yourself to lean your head against his shoulder, almost as if you want him to wrap his arm around your body and pull you closer into his warm plush body. He won't bolt if you allow yourself a moment to drape your arm across his stomach to pull him that much closer to you as if you're one.

The way his head turns to you slowly, almost as if his head has to extend a truly obscene amount of effort to actually turn to you, has you nearly asking again if he's alright, if he's taken his sleeping medication again to block out the way you know his mind is racing. Or perhaps he took something else, something for the headache his eyes are giving him this week. No, it's purely just done because he knows with you he can be slow, can savor the moments of having you near him, curled into him. His voice sounds rough, tired truly but it heightens his accent in ways that have you holding your breath. "Tired, Satnin. Ya know how I get."

You nod, your hand trailing across the expanse of his stomach, watching for him to attempt to shoo your hand away or suck it in to keep it away from you. You feel him shrink in on himself just a bit and you can't help the frown that crosses your features. Here was your partner, the love of your life, your rock shrinking himself down when he was always so much larger than life. If you could take away the insecurity once and for all just to allow him to enjoy these simple touches. To him to realized no matter what came to be there was no reason to shirk away. Every part of him, every inch of him was yours to have and hold and cherish just as he did yours. Even if he did stray, you knew what you were getting into from the get go.

"Satnin-" He starts before you shake your head, shushing him quietly.

"None of that Buntyn. Let me take care of you. Let me help you." Help him relax, help him feel good, help him with whatever could help him with.

The tension is his shoulders start to dissipate the second the words leave your lips. His eyes rake over your form before his lips upturn just a hair. "Gotcha work cut out for ya then."

The hand that had started to trace shapes on his stomach started a slow descent past it lifting it up the paunch and grasping at his uncut and partially aroused cock. "Not too much," you start, moving your hand back out from under his stomach, spitting on it before starting to run your hand up and down his shaft. There's a subtle but noticeable hitch in his breath as you move your hand almost as if he wasn't expecting it. As if he wasn't expecting the way his body immediately reacted.

Your thumb brushes against the tip as you inch back the foreskin of his cock. His hip buck involuntarily as you hum. It's almost as if you feel the need to study him. Feel the need to make sure your actions are heading the the right direction. Your grip tightens as you continue to have your thumb play with the tip even as the rest of your hand moves up and down. There's a throbbing between your legs as you focus only on Elvis, only on his pleasure, watching his face contort as he growls and groans and sounds that are downright animalistic pour out of his mouth. It's been a rough month and you both know it. Know just how much he needs this so he allows himself to trust you as he always does.

"That's my good boy. Letting me take care of you like this. Letting me help you." You practically coo the words, a sharp contrast to the obscene noises coming from under his stomach and between his legs as your hand pumps quicker, his copious amount of precum providing more ample lube than your spit had. "Wanna tell me what you want, Buntyn? What I should give you?"

Elvis eyes you through his hooded eyes, the choice you're giving him causing his arousal to curl further into his abdomen. "Mouth." A simple one word answer but one that requires more of an explanation. As if sensing that he needs to elaborate more he swallows and continues, his brain quickly starting to become more fuzzy the more he feels your hand and watches your hand play with him. "On me."

Now that was more like it. That was more like it, your good boy telling you, asking you what he wants. A hum of delight leaves your lips as you oblige, shifting your position on the couch and lifting up his stomach to fully allow yourself access to his cock. You shouldn't tease, you think, but there's something exquisite in looking up through your eyelashes at him and watching how his head tilts back at just your breath against the tip of his cock. There's something exquisite in how he knows when you're doing this he's not supposed to touch unless you give him the cue so his hands are curled into fists grabbing at the fabric of the couch- clawing at it. You place a kiss against his tip and hear what almost sounds like a whine leave his lips before you place another and another all over his cock. Still not actually taking him in your mouth, waiting to hear one final word before you do. Waiting to see if he's inching toward where you need him to be for this to achieve what you want it to. A hand of yours moves up to grab at one of his own and he greedily takes it as you place another kiss to the tip of his cock and he lets out another whine, this time with a word attached. "Please."

That flips a switch for you, allows you to immediately take the tip of him in your mouth, allows you to suck slowly around the tip before pushing him any further in his mouth. Your tongue plays a bit with the foreskin, trying to slip under it a little as he has to force himself to not buck into your mouth. Instead his grip on your hand tightens his rings digging into your flesh and clanging against yours just a little bit. He can't help but writhe a little though, even as he keeps the rest of his body still. You look up at him, trying to study his face and find him with his mouth open practically panting and groaning softly as his eyes flutter shut. He's almost there, almost where you feel he needs to be, he's losing that part of him that's trying to hold him back, that part that tells him to control how he's feeling and reacting. He deserves something for it, deserves to have your mouth finally take him fully, your lips closing around him and taking him deeper into your mouth.

A whimper leaves his mouth at that, at the warmth of your mouth fully enveloping his cock. He doesn't- he wants to let himself fall, let himself fully give himself over to what you're trying to do but he shouldn't. He shouldn't and yet he feels your free hand play with his balls, feels your free hand add just that little bit of extra something that has his hips rocking just barely against your mouth. You're trying to take care of him, trying to make him feel good in a way only you truly can. "Satnin- Y/N- let me, gotta take it easy on me." The words are choked out, almost as if he's trying to hold on to the last vestiges of control before he looks down and sees the look in your eyes. The look that tells him you have no intentions of taking it easy on him. That you want to see him relax. It has his heart stuttering in his chest for a second before he takes his free hand and touches your hair, tries to grab at it as he shakes his head. "Gonna give me those little deaths, ain't ya?"

You're gonna have him crying, he knows it, you so rarely do this but when you do all he remembers after the fact is how his brain shuts off, how he can only remember your mouth, your hand, your hole because that's all there was. The sensations of everything taking him to a place where he doesn't have to worry about a damn thing. Your lips have curled into a smirk around his cock as you nod, somehow in sync with the way your head bobs up and down. It shouldn't be what has him finally letting go, it shouldn't but he thinks it might be. You feel something almost at the same time he does, feel how his body is going a little lax though you know you want him to tighten just a bit more before feeling every bit of tension flutter away. You know- You remember the last times. "Gonna- Y/N- don't. Play nice."

He mutters the words breathlessly, almost as if he doesn't know what he's asking for and you take it to mean don't play nice. Since playing nice in this situation is pushing him to the brink. Your mouth tightens and your hand moves around, playing with his balls, rubbing where your mouth can't touch, playing with his stomach as his noises above you get to be more intense. You hear what feels sounds like a sob, and almost pull away before he pushes you back down onto his cock. It's not him asking you to stop, it's him doing what you're asking of him, doing what you want him to do in this moment. It's him letting go, allowing himself to feel what he wants to feel, to release what he needs to release in these moments.

It's just you and him and the way his brain isn't thinking on anything but your mouth and his cock and your hands and his cock and how he just feels the care and love you feel for him in this moment. How you just want to be there for him, how you're there to take care of him like he does for you. The world is just nothing but both of you and the pleasure he's chasing as he feels every breath from your nose and every imperfection on your skin and on his as they meet. It's nothing but the noises and tears you're pulling from him as he feels himself slowly building toward his orgasm. You pull away just a bit and he whines and hears himself through a tunnel saying don't before you smile and keep your mouth on his cock.

Normally he'd warn you he's about to come, normally he'd tell you ahead of time because it can be a downright mess if he doesn't but in this moment he doesn't even realize he's about to until it starts to shoot out of him and down your throat. His hand on your head falls to your shoulder as he can't even force himself to keep a hold of whatever sort of grip he might have tried to have on your hair. You feel his muscles relax in a way they don't even do when he's asleep and you know you've done what you set out to do. You realize as you're struggling to swallow and not choke on his copious amount of cum that it's worked. Elvis is more- Elvis got what he needed from you, what he needed in general. When you think he's finished you slowly ease your mouth off of him and look up at him. His head is tilting forward as he looks at you, his hand that's on your shoulder moving to wipe off the excess cum from the side of your mouth so gently you shudder despite yourself. You might have cum but it doesn't matter if you have or not because he did, he's had his release that has tears still coming up every so often and has you nuzzling his thighs and placing a kiss or two on his stomach and chest as you finally reach his mouth while a small smile.

"Bath?" He whispers, sniffling just slightly.

"Gotta take care of you after you let go." You answer, nuzzling at his nose, and running your hand through his hair. "Can you stand up? Or do you need a minute."

He nods before he holds up a finger. "Just a minute."

"Take all the time you need, baby boy."

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